Basil

| C | E7 | Am | % | 
| Am | % | 


            (Am)      C/G         F    Dm/A 
My Saturday job pays six and six down 
                     F 
A copy boy at the Chronicle 
          Am             C/G          F     Dm/A 
Five cigarettes and two silver half crowns 
                       F               Dm/A 
Meeting Vince at Mark Toney's in town 
          F            Am 
Boy, do we get around 


            (Am)         C/G       F    Dm 
Basil sits there on the table for subs 
                        F 
But not a part of the Bri-nylon club 
               Am         C/G          F 
Ancient blue sweater, too old for the job 
      Dm 
Bored out of his mind 
          F 
With the Colins and Bobs 


                  C/G  Fmaj7 
I'm a jack and a lad 
                    C     Fmaj7 
And I'm up for the world 
                   C         F    Am 
And I've kissed a Gateshead girl 



   (Am)                    C/G      F    Dm 
He calls for a copy boy, grumpy as hell 
              F 
Poets have to eat as well 
                  Am           C          F   Dm 
What he wouldn't give just to walk out today 
                  F               Dm 
To have time to think about time 
                  F 
And young love thrown away 


                  C   Fmaj7 
I'm a jack and a lad 
                    C     Fmaj7          
And I'm up for the world 
                   C         F 
And I've kissed a Gateshead girl 


  F                    C    E7 
Starlings swarming a cloud 
       Am 
Over Grainger Street 
           F 
Over the black church 
Dm         C         E7 
Over the Black Gate 
                (Am) 
And the shadowy Keep 


| Am | D9/F#  | Bm7/b5  | E7 | 
| F  | % | C | E7 | 
| Am | % | 


                     (Am) 
He peers through his wire rims 
        C/G           F     Dm 
At the fish and chip words 
                      F 
He's supposed to dish up and forget 
              Am           C           F 
His drudgery now has become slightly blurred 
   Dm                         F 
By one of his Players untipped cigarettes 


          C   Fmaj7 
Bury all joy 
                  C     Fmaj7 
Put the poems in sacks 
             C             F 
And bury me here with the hacks 


| Am | Am7 | % | Am | 


                  (Am) 
In the summer the fair 
             C/G       F 
Will stretch over the Moor 
 Dm/A                    F 
Lovers will lie and make out in the park 
           Am          C/G         F    Dm/A 
Basil puts on his old duffel and scarf 
                F 
And goes out into the dark 


| C | Fmaj7 | C | Fmaj7 | 
| C | F | % | 

| F |